Diego ~ the sexy romantic ~ a Valentine's Day Letter to Aubrey
Roses are red, violets are blue…mierda, see what you’ve done to me? For you, chava, I’m a goddamn poet. For you, I’ll be anything you want me to be so long as you’re by my side.
When I think of the events that shaped our relationship: from the first time we fucked and the damn bed broke, to the time in my Mexico City apartment when you got off on reading from that filthy, dirty Spanish phrase book, and even when you showed up at the most unlikely of places, so beautiful, so unaware of the danger surrounding you, my world stopped in those moments. My world always spins around yet slows to land on you.
I know life with me tends to be a bit “explosive” (snicker/wink). That my work keeps me away for long periods of time. That I’m a passionate man, with little patience and a whole lotta demands. Still, you love me. And I love you.
I haven’t told you this yet but I’m damn proud of the woman you are. The size of your heart, your intelligence, that unabashed kinky side always eager to come out and play. And your work with the poor—dios mio, my heart bursts with pride when I think of all the people you’re helping with your architectural foundation.
On this Valentine’s Day, I want to give you the world. So for better and for worse, in death do we part…don’t kill me, chavita, but…if you head into the great room of this log cabin, someone is waiting there for us.
You’ve said yes and already wear my ring.
HOW ABOUT WE MAKE IT OFFICIAL?